Present, but not independent, 
Of societal flows, expectations, 
Not understanding sisterhood, 
Out with reachability and love. 

Together with a voice each, 
But screeching sometimes, 
In a soft note or look away, 
Fondling community law. 

Hard for me, but it’s ok, 
As we all exist existentially, 
Relationship are assumed, 
Between you and punter. 

Our fine speech narrates,  
Our posture, our identity, 
With the joy of free will, 
Carting societal standards. 

Not our families or friends, 
Nor TV, teachers or crooks, 
But our lives are formed, 
Only by our own voices. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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